The best thing about Brendan's house, where the party was held, was its basement. A small set of stairs hidden in a walk-through closet led down to a dark, short basement. The basement was the usual site of the keg, in order to keep people from clustering around it, and to keep it from attracting "Imperial Entanglements". Now, Brendan's roommate at the time was not altogether keen on the idea of the party being held at his house, but grudgingly went along.

The next morning, the roommate was not entirely pleased by the general state of the house. We all came in from our various crashing places to clean the party site before going out to breakfast. On our way there, we picked up some people, where we found Brendan hiding out. He swore us to secrecy and was to hole up there until sometime after we were done, both to avoid the chores and the wrath of his roommate. We, of course, righteously narced on him when we got to the party site.

We cleaned up, grumbling as we went about the situation. I'm not sure who, but someone came up with the idea after we had finished of relocating Brendan's room into the basement. The idea was well received, and we struck out on our task. First went all the major furniture: the bed, followed by the desk. The furniture in place, we remade the bed, and arranged the desk exactly as it had been before. We then moved nearly everything else: lamps, clothing, posters, pictures all went into the crypt. When we were done, the room looked like it had always been that way.

Task completed, we departed, including Brendan's roommate who vowed not to come back until much much later, and not to help with the re-relocation. It wasn't until several years later, again on Halloween that I got to ask Brendan how he'd gotten everything back upstairs. His response was to scream: "THAT WAS YOU!?" and chase me through the party.